"Hmph! It's just poisonous mist, so what's there to be afraid of?" The man in black robe sneered and said nonchalantly.
"Brother Wei has demon energy to protect his body, so he is naturally not afraid of the poisonous mist. However, we are not demonic cultivators, and even if we use magic power to resist the poisonous mist, we cannot withstand it for a moment." The Confucian man sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Haha, it's just the poisonous mist that's not a problem. I happen to have a few elixirs here that can detoxify hundreds of poisons. As long as you hold them in your mouth, you can ignore the poisonous mist." Zhou Yin said with a smile.
"In this case, the poisonous mist can't help me anymore. Let's go." The man in black robe glanced at Zhou Yin and said impatiently.
"I've been working hard for more than ten days, so why not take a rest and recover some mana before continuing on the road." Dongfang Zimo suggested with a frown.
"What this fellow Taoist said is that the more mana you restore, the more protection you will have. Brother Zhou, what do you think?" The Confucian man looked at Zhou Yin and said.
"Well. Brother Wei, let's rest for a day before continuing the action the next day." Zhou Yin nodded and turned to look at the man in black robe.
"Okay, okay! It's up to you." The man in black robe raised his eyebrows and said coldly.
The Confucian man smiled bitterly, found an open space nearby, and dropped down. After swallowing an elixir, he immediately crossed his legs and refined it.
"Let's go too." Dongfang Zimo said to Yang Chen next to him, and they flew down.
Yang Chen followed silently, and the two of them also took some pills to restore their magic power and then fell into meditation and meditated.
The man in black robe sneered, turned into a ball of black air and rolled down under a big tree.
As soon as the black energy dissipated, the man in black robe had already closed his eyes and started practicing.
The big man with a beard and Zhou Yin also did the same thing one after another.
The day passes quickly.
With the help of the elixir, mana can be restored twice as fast as usual.
Although he has not returned to his peak condition, it is almost there.
"Okay, everyone, come and get the antidote pill." Zhou Yin said calmly. His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
For a moment, people who were still meditating gathered towards Zhou Yin.
"Brother Wei, why don't you get one too." Zhou Yin looked at the man in black robe who was still practicing under the big tree in the distance.
"I have demonic energy to protect my body. What can some poisonous mist do to me?" the man in black robe said with a cold snort.
When Zhou Yin heard this, he smiled bitterly and said nothing.
"Let's go." The man in black robe said coldly and walked alone.
Dongfang Zimo put the pill given by Zhou Yin in his mouth and followed the man in black robe into the poisonous fog forest.
Since the poisonous mist can block spiritual consciousness, and the sight lines that can be seen clearly are limited, everyone had no choice but to move forward on foot.
As soon as he stepped into the poisonous fog forest, Dongfang Zimo felt an uncomfortable aura invade his body.
But under the action of Jiedu Dan, this discomfort was quickly eliminated from the body.
Dongfang Zimo was overjoyed. He didn't expect that the antidote pill given by Zhou Yin could be so effective.
Not just him, Yang Chen, the Confucian man and others all had a strange look on their faces.
Several people drove behind the man in black robes for several hours.
In this deep mountain and old forest, everyone has also encountered attacks by some low-level monsters.
But with so many foundation-building monks around, they were naturally not afraid of those monster beasts. Everyone just took a few shots and killed all these monster beasts.
After hurriedly walking, a few people finally walked out of the poisonous fog and appeared in a vast place.
The trees here are sparse and there are many strange rocks. Many huge rocks that look like caves frequently appear in everyone's sight.
"Huh?" But at this moment, the man in black robe leading the way suddenly stopped and showed doubts.
Zhou Yin wanted to ask something, but his face suddenly changed, a ray of light shot out, and a sharp blade hit a black thing, making a harsh clang sound.
"What is this!?" Zhou Yin called back the sharp blade and stared solemnly at the thing in front of him that looked neither human nor ghost.
I saw a man about two feet tall, holding a long sword, but his eyes were dull, his behavior was stiff and abnormal, and the clothes on his chest were torn.
Zhou Yin's attack just now hit this person's chest, but strangely no blood was seen flowing out.
"Zi Wei? No! It looks like a puppet made by someone!" Zhou Yin said firmly.
"Puppet? Who placed the puppet in this barren mountain?" The big man with a beard was stunned for a moment, then said with an angry look on his face.
"Be careful, there is no such puppet in this mountain." The man in black robe noticed something and glanced sharply in a certain direction.
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of rays of light blasted towards them.
"Huh!" The man in black robe snorted coldly. He rolled up his sleeves and robe, and the black energy surged from his body and all the light was swept away and disappeared.
At this moment, there was a stir in all directions, and within a short time, eight humanoid puppets gathered and surrounded Dongfang Zimo and others.
Some of these puppets hold swords, some hold bronze mirrors, and some hold jade flutes and so on... all kinds of weird magical weapons.
But one thing is that the magic weapons they hold are not the same.
"Could these puppets be the rumored Eight Immortals Formation!" The Confucian man said with a change of expression when he saw the formation and the magic weapon held by the puppets.
"Eight Immortals Formation? I have also heard of this ancient formation. If you enter this formation by mistake, even the golden elixir monks may not be able to escape." The big man with a beard said with a very ugly expression.
"How come there is such a powerful formation in this place? Could it be arranged by ancient monks?" Dongfang Zimo looked uncomfortable and could only try to stay calm.
"Such a powerful formation is naturally a defense against us. Don't worry, everyone. Most of these puppets only have the early stage of foundation building. If only one person accidentally enters this formation, I would be a little worried. But with so many of us, there is no need to worry about being attacked together.
, as long as these puppets are defeated one by one, so that they can no longer function, the formation can be broken." Zhou Yin glanced at the puppets and said how to break the formation.
"Brother Zhou, this method is still feasible, leave these two puppets to me!" The man in black robe shouted, and he turned into billowing black mist and rushed towards the two puppets.
The two puppets just stood there blankly, seeming to realize that the danger was coming, and suddenly jumped into the air.
A puppet took out the magic weapon in its hand, and a pot of blue flowers swirled in the air, emitting a dazzling light.
The other puppet waved the feather fan in his hand, and the surrounding area became warm, and a huge fireball whirled around.
Seeing that the man in black robe was the first to show his respect, Zhou Yin also released two long swords and flew towards the other two puppets.
These two late-stage foundation-building monks were able to hold down four puppets at once.
The remaining puppets happened to be entangled one by one by Dongfang Zimo and others.
The Eight Immortals Formation that originally shocked the majority of monks was actually resolved by the six of them.